Casey Plazola

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2022

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7 Stories

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“Mother's Stories” by Casey Plazola

Submitted to Contest #284

I sat at the base of the tree with my legs crossed. The flashing lights flooded the room with reds and greens. Tinsel wrapped around the branches. I studied every ornament and relived the memory slowly in my head.  Popsicle sticks glued into a triangle with a small pom pom on the top. Sloppy green paint coated the entire thing. I was seven when I made it. A framed photo of me and my older sister, Wendy, with Santa. 1990.  A glittery pine cone from kindergarten. A hand print from my first Christmas.  I haven’t made an ornament ...

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“Real Boy” by Casey Plazola

Submitted to Contest #277

At first, I was disappointed with the magic. I felt no change. Nothing different. For a moment, I believed she failed on her promise. That she lied and I would stay the way I was out of spite. All of a sudden, there was this warm sensation throughout my body. As if my body was numb from sleep and finally waking up. Then, the overwhelming pain. It tingled like a million splinters, popping at once. She never warned me how much it would actually hurt. My chest heaved and my hands reached for my throat. “Breathe,” I heard the blue fairy say, I g...

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“The Wolf and the Hound” by Casey Plazola

Submitted to Contest #272

I was more of a cat person, but I found the stray dog comforting. It also helped that he could talk to me.  “So how was last night?” he asked me.  “Rough. I have a pounding headache. I couldn’t find the alpha anywhere.” I dragged my feet, not sure where I was going. I had plans to camp but after the attack, I lost interest in the outdoors.  I looked down at the brown and white dog. His paws happily jogged alongside my long strides. He was panting with his tongue out to the side. He had a brown spot over his left eye and a brow...

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“Accidental ” by Casey Plazola

Submitted to Contest #271

“Have we met before?” His ocean blue eyes pierced through mine. He flashed a cocky smile and tilted his head to the left. “Because I swear I’ve seen you in my dreams.” I rolled my eyes and scoffed at his attempt to gain my attention. I’ve been single for two years and I still wasn’t used to being hit on. I turned away slightly and tried to hide my smile behind my drink. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as I eyed my admirer. He was tall with beach blonde hair combed back and to the right. His shirt was tight against his muscles. He had a go...

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“Thunder” by Casey Plazola

Submitted to Contest #267

Mother Nature was in a foul mood. The sky, pitch black, rumbled and roared with intention. Streaks of light flashed across the sky and filled the air with electricity. The wind had a low growl as it tossed between the trees. It was a downpour.  I struggled with the house key as I balanced a bag of groceries in my other hand.  I turned the knob and quickly closed the door behind me. I dropped the keys and bent over to pick them up. I hesitated when I saw the red heart chain attached to the keys. It was a gift that I had tortured mys...

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“Writer's Block” by Casey Plazola

Submitted to Contest #266

“You are the dullest man that I have ever met,” he said with a flamboyant shrill. He was tall in my doorway. His curlers, wrapped tightly around his black hair, nearly touched the top of the frame. He had his arms crossed in an accusatory way with a condescending look on his face. His chocolate skin was smooth and his fuzzy pink robe pulled against his muscles. He had matching pink slippers, a size thirteen. He had a square, leather backpack; the straps tight around his shoulders.  “Come on honey,” he smacked his lips at me, “We got wor...

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“Wedding Vows” by Casey Plazola

Submitted to Contest #264

Greggory Thomas was a moderately happy man. He had a decent job, which he hated; a cheap car without any mechanical issues, a balding spot on the top of his head and a gut which hung lower than he felt was needed. Most importantly, he had a bride-to-be who was just as moderately happy as he was. His life was good and he was a good, yet boring man.  Monica Krill was a liar. They had been together for three years and two months to the day. They met online, then again for coffee. Since the second date, they couldn’t keep their hands off ea...

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